More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

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After a peaceful night's sleep curled into Ashton's side and a long tedious day at school, I've come to the realization that how I acted yesterday was utterly out of line. Ashton didn't deserve the harsh words I spoke.

I'm remorseful for my attitude and if I could go back in time, I would take back the things I said. I was angry and wasn't thinking straight which led to me spit out irrational and hurtful things. I won't lie, I do truthfully feel like I'm not going to be ok and that I am in fact unfixable. However, that gives me no right to rage at him like I did. It was insensitive and rude, especially after everything he's been through and done for me. I sounded selfish and ungrateful and after resting on it, that doesn't sit well with me. That's not me and it goes against how I raised myself to be.

I definitely owe him an apology.

I know he's not mad at me, not in the slightest. He said so himself but I have to do this to put myself at ease.

My hands fiddle with each other out of stress as I trail into our room. I've got to be open right? I need to make sure I'm telling him how I feel. Respectfully, that is.

I suck in a breath of air and swallow one last time before appearing in the doorway of the ensuite bathroom. I'm hit with the warm steam still fresh from his shower but that's not what catches my attention. Ash stands with a white towel hanging devilishly low around his hips as he leans over to dry his hair off with another towel. He has droplets of water slowly trickling down his sculpted body. It's truly a mesmerizing sight.

"Hi." He smiles softly, noticing that I'm standing, literally gawking at him in the doorway.

"Oh uh— you're showering early. It's only 4:30." I nervously chuckle, scratching the back of my neck as I'm sure my cheeks are pooling red.

It takes my breath away every time I see him like this and how I react is nothing short of embarrassing.

I see a slight smirk tug up on the side of his lip once he notices my eyes continually running over his body.

"I'm sorry, did you wanna get in with me?" He wipes over the mirror with a hand towel to clear the fog before he slides the familiar frames on his face.

My fucking god is he trying to kill me?

His hair damp, all tattoos out on display, every muscle visibly flexing with his every move and now those fucking glasses on his face. I haven't seen them in a while but I'll happily welcome them back.

"No. No it's fine I just wanted uh—" I stutter horrendously over my words as he now leans against the bathroom counter with arms folded over his chest, letting his biceps shamelessly bulge.

"Am I getting you all flustered baby?" He deeply rasps with a brow raised in amusement.

"No, of course not." I shoot back, nervously laughing as I shake my head no.

My eyes can't help but rake up the small growth of his happy trail, right up his chest, past his pink lips to his green tinged eyes.

Fuck, I came in here to apologise not get horny.

"Right..." He grins completely unconvinced. "What did y'come in here for love? You must have had something on your mind."

I watch intently as he briefly licks his lips after his words. I'm sure he's not even aware of his small action or the way my heart races when he does it.

"I don't know." I spill out quickly without any thought behind it.

Hell, I can't even think. My head is too clouded by imagining his massive veiny hands interlocking with mine as he holds them into the mattress above my head.